The phone burned 8:15PM in the darkness. A tangle of limbs stuffed into creased khakis unraveled into the form of one Jacob Maddox. He "slept" this way, no need for a bed now that muscle aches and pains were gone, a pro checked and balanced by the cons of his condition. Hunger being the con of the day, an ache that seemed to fill the world with need. He rose smoothly and decided on a bar, the midtown sprawl below him.
The Monkey Bar, he knew several regulars, knew that José didn't have work tomorrow and would be getting truly and utterly wasted. Jacob would arrive just after ten, and the two buddies would have a happy surprise.

It was convenient really, bars were the place after consuming mundane sustenance one could go and throw up without drawing curious eyes to oneself. He stewed on his hunger with his Beast and reached down beside him, picking up the second book from top to the right of his chair, opening "The Extended Phenotype" he set a timer for one hour and a half. The buzzer vibrated obnoxiously, he set the book down.
The walk was uneventful, José was on his third round when Jacob arrived. By eleven Jacob spoke more with the bartender than with José, at seventeen past Jacob offered to help José home.

He was unconscious the moment he sprawled on the cot of his one bedroom apartment. Jacob ached with need, it had filled him the entire night and finally, it would all be worth it. José didn't even twitch when the inhumane incisors sunk into his neck, the alcohol-infused blood ran down Jacob's throat, pure pleasure running through deaden veins.
It was so hard to stop... at roughly 2 pints of blood Jacob pulled out, gently licking the wound. Pleasantly second hand drunk Jacob swayed at he headed back home, he had plenty of time but was still wary of the 6:48 sunrise.

The guilt would hit later, only after the afterglow of feeding and booze had disappeared.